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Chapter 315 The Crying Child

Chapter 315 The Crying Child

The filming location is in a small county town, a bit far from the airport.

Wang Zheng took more than an hour's drive to arrive at the airport. Then when he went to the airport VIP lounge, he saw a bookstore.

He suddenly remembered the book in his dad's photo.

He remembered the name because the old man suddenly felt strange when he read a book called "Love Letter".

What if he has an extra stepmother?

Wang Zheng led his assistant and agent over. He originally wanted to look for this book, but who knew that this book was placed in the most conspicuous place of the new book, with a small roll-up next to it that said

"Jiang Yang's new work".

"Jiang Yang?"

Wang Zheng remembered the "Jiang Yang" and "Jiang Yang" that had been making a lot of noise on the Internet some time ago. Because there was still no confirmed news, it was finally left unsolved. It became an unsolved case that those who believe it wholeheartedly and those who don't believe it have no reason to believe.

Wang Zheng picked up the book.

The book is plastic-sealed, and the cover design is beautiful, fresh and pure, a bit like a youth love novel, and the writing on the waistband is very suspenseful, "A love letter sent to heaven, but unexpectedly there was a reply."

…”

Wang Zheng feels more and more like a romance novel.

His dad won't be able to rejuvenate, so he really needs to find a stepmother for him, right?

Auntie Niu?

What's going on with Jiang Yang here?

Wang Zheng felt more and more that he had to buy it and take a look, so he paid the bill and went to the VIP lounge.

Sometimes celebrity effect is quite useful.

After he left, those fans who had been filming him and following him all went to the bookstore to buy this book.

Wang Zheng opened the book in the lounge.

At first, he thought it was nothing, but he had the same emotion as Hiroko Watanabe who paid homage to Fujii tree: Time can really take away a lot of things. How many people remember Wang Zheng now, how many people remember his mother, and his father.

Gradually forgetting about his mother, getting used to his mother’s non-existence, and even——

He has almost forgotten his mother.

How hard he tried to remember his mother, remember her smell, her voice, the taste of her cooking, and every one of her instructions, but slowly they all faded away, just like the water in the palm of his hand.

The harder you try to keep the water from slipping away, the faster it will slip away.

In the end, only a little boy was left looking at the dried fish in his palm, crying helplessly.

It shouldn't be like this.

His mother is so important to him and he shouldn't forget it.

But now his mother only leaves one sentence in his memory, which will linger in his mind once he thinks of it.

Boarded the plane.

Wang Zheng thought about this and boarded the plane melancholy, which made everyone who saw him feel a little more charming.

After the plane took off, Wang Zheng continued to watch.

When the female Fujii tree replied, Wang Zheng was startled.

this--

He knew that Jiang Yang knew about Wang Zheng.

Is this a book written by Jiang Yang inspired by him and Wang Zheng?

Wang Zheng, Wang Zheng.

When Wang Zheng recited this name and then recalled the past, his heart ached, so much so that he felt a stomachache, as if a hand was holding his stomach in his hand and squeezing it hard.

"Teacher Wang, what's wrong with you?"

The flight attendant was always paying attention to the big star. Seeing him bending down in pain, she hurriedly came over to ask.

Wang Zheng waved his hand and asked for a glass of water.

Wang Zheng was another nightmare that lingered in his mind.

If there was really a reply to the letter sent to heaven, he would really like to write a letter to Wang Zheng: How are you? I'm sorry.

Wang Zheng looked at the paragraph of the reply in the book, and this idea was extremely strong. It would be great if it could really be done.

Even if it can be sent to a person with the same name.

In this way, he will also be saved, right?

After Wang Zheng calmed down, he continued to read the book. He wanted to see what Jiang Yang found out.

Then--

There is still a big difference.

It is true that Wang Zheng and Wang Zheng had the same pronunciation. In high school, just like the male Fujii tree and the female Fujii tree in the book, they were teased by some classmates, but they were not secretly in love, because Wang Zheng quickly confessed to him, and they

Became a couple.

Therefore, there is no such thing as secret love.

Wang Zheng admitted that the story written by Jiang Yang was very romantic and moving with the help of the plot between the male Fujii tree and the female Fujii tree. Wang Zheng was also deeply moved, but he was not moved in the same way.

Wang Zheng just watched slowly until——

The female Fujii tree fainted, and her grandfather wanted to carry her to the hospital. The female Fujii tree's father died on the way to the hospital because of his grandfather carrying her like this. The female Fujii tree's mother scolded her grandfather: "You want to kill even Ashu?"

Got it!"

But Grandpa remembered that it took thirty-eight minutes to get from home to the hospital last time.

Grandpa said: "Don't worry, I will arrive within forty minutes even if I risk my life!"

This reminded Wang Zheng of the front of his mother's ward.

That was also autumn.

He stayed with him in bed at night, because he didn't sleep well at night, so he was catching up on sleep during the day. While going to the bathroom in a daze, he heard the doctor discussing with his father to give up treatment. The doctor was waiting for his decision, "Or you

Discuss it with your family again."

His father went back to rest in the evening and grabbed a handful of hawthorns when he came.

The hawthorn is just red and not very ripe yet.

While listening to the doctor talking, he put the hawthorns into his mouth one by one, as if they were breakfast. When the doctor stopped talking, he quickly replied, "I'll sign it." So fast that the last hawthorn

The hawthorn hasn't been put into my mouth yet.

When Wang Zheng heard these words, his stomach hurt again, as if all the acid from the hawthorn had penetrated into his stomach.

It was already afternoon when we got off the plane.

Wang Zheng originally planned to go to the company, but Wang Zheng, his mother's words, and his father's signature in front of the ward, were spinning around in his mind like a slideshow, and he couldn't get rid of it, so much so that his stomach followed these

The memory can't stop hurting.

He could only choose to go home.

He was not feeling well, so he did not drive, and the driver sent him back. Just as he was approaching the community and passing by the subway station near the community, he saw a familiar figure.

He was waiting in front of the grilled gluten stall at dusk, holding a can of Coke in his hand.

Jiangyang!

The main culprit that caused his stomach to hurt almost all day long.

Wang Zheng asked the driver to put him down here. The driver was worried: "Brother Zheng, there are many people here."

Wang Zheng put on his sunglasses and signaled that it was okay.

After he got off the car, he got on the curb and walked behind Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang."

Jiang Yang hurriedly put down the Coke and turned around: "Who?"

After seeing Wang Zheng, he said, "You scared me."

He took out the Coke again and took a sip.

Wang Zheng took out the book and said, "Let's talk?"

Oh my god!

Jiang Yang's eyes widened, are you here to settle accounts?

Wang Zheng indicated that it had nothing to do with the book, "I suddenly wanted to talk to you about the story between me and Wang Zheng. Haven't you always wanted to know?"

For some reason, Wang Zheng felt that chatting with Jiang Yang, who wrote the paragraph about "Grandpa carries Fujii Tree on his back", might make the suffering much better.

"I'm alright."

Jiang Yang took the roasted gluten and said, "Actually, your father wants to know."

Jiang Yang thought for a while, why did this sound like a curse?

"Ahem."

Jiang Yang pointed to the stall next to him, "I also want a piece of roasted gluten. Let's sit down and talk?"

Wang Zheng: "Does my wife know that you are eating and drinking like this?"

Jiang Yang: "No, no, I suddenly got hungry."

They walked back.

After entering the community, Wang Zheng naturally took a piece of roasted gluten from Jiang Yang, "Our love is not so vigorous, and there is no romance in the book, so it is not unforgettable. I have not liked Wang Zheng for a long time.

Don’t like it anymore——”

He looked at Jiang Yang, "There is only guilt."

"Guilt?"

Jiang Yang looked at him while eating gluten. Wang Zheng was about the same height as him, "Have you eaten her gluten?"

Wang Zheng ate gluten and said in a normal tone: "At that time, a car lost control and rushed towards us. If I reacted faster and pulled her, she would not die. But, at that time, I -"

Wang Zheng let out a breath, "I was petrified, I didn't do anything, I was stuck like a wooden stake, I -"

(End of chapter)


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